to the little boy who would sing beatles songs and dance in front of the mirror,
to the little boy who, when in trouble, would watch himself cry in front of the same mirror,
to the little boy who would eat peanut butter, chocolate chip, and chocolate syrup sandwiches when his mom wasn't home,
to the little boy who always dreamed of owning a chysler le baron convertible,
to the little boy who always secretly wanted to be the bad boy (like his favorite new kid on the block, donnie),
happy thirty-second birthday, my love.
thanks for growing up to be an equally charming husband, father, and friend.
we love you so much.